It seems that as time goes on, the people in my house get more and more selfish. I get up every morning to get Tayler off to school. This morning she was late and I had to call her downstairs and hand her her phone, breakfast and lunch as she was going out the door. Keep in mind that today is my day off and I had no other reason to get up that early. I told her as she was leaving that I didn’t appreciate her not bothering to be on time when I didn’t feel well but still managed to get up for her. She apologized.
Fast forward a few hours. She texts me saying she wants to come home. She said she had a headache and Advil wasn’t working. I wanted to tell her boo-effin-hoo. I haven’t felt good for months… does anyone give a damn? Nope. She ends up going to the nurse’s office and calling so I have to go get her. This puts my whole day off. Johnny didn’t get his lunch until an hour late, I was feeling like hell from having to get him in and out of the car and my dog peed on the carpet while we were gone. Where was Tayler you ask? Well, as soon as she came home, she went up to her room to lay down and I haven’t seen her since. So, I got to deal with crabby Johnny while he attempted to eat lunch, while I was on my hands and knees cleaning the carpet, and while trying to not lose my cool because I wanted to scream.
I don’t get it. Why do the kids (Tayler mainly) and Mike think that when they don’t feel good the whole world needs to stop at attention? When I don’t feel good, I am expected to go on like normal. Well, you know what? I am sick of it. I am sick of being taken for granted and treated like I don’t matter. I am carrying a baby… a pregnancy that is not going well and leaves me in pain every.single.day. I can’t take the Vicodin often but I do nearly every night because by the end of the day, I am hurting so bad from taking care of everyone else, that I need it. I need some damn help around here. Mike has been doing better and they will do things if I ask. I just don’t see why it has to come to my being upset about how things are around here before someone actually does something about it.
I told Tayler I was irriated with her. She wouldn’t have bothered to ask to come home if I was working today. She took advantage of my being home today. God forbid I actually get a day to relax with my kid… oh no. I have to run all over taking care of her just so she can go hide in her room the minute she gets home because she “doesn’t feel good”.
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